Her Turn Part 3

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She trips a few times on her way to their room, not badly enough she can't catch herself, but between the new body and the jeans falling down over her too-big boots, she's surprised she doesn't fall flat on her face. She gets to their room, and she hears Charlie close the door behind them. Dee's already pulling her shirt off.

“Wait!” Charlie says, then grabs her hand and drags her over to the mirror.

Dee looks at her face for the first time. “Oh!” she squeaks.

Her eyes are still the same shade of green, her eyebrows a little thicker. Her hair is the same dirty blonde, but it's a touch below her shoulders with a naturally gentle wave to it that frames her face perfectly.

Her eyes are nearly the same shape, but softened with more feminine cheekbones taking the severity away from her features. Her nose is a little slimmer, but close to what it used to be. Her mouth is smaller, but her lips are still just as big.

She turns her head side to side, looking at her more feminine jawline, her soft chin, her lack of stubble, and she feels a thrill run through her body. “I don't have to shave my face anymore,” she breathes.

Charlie stays quiet, and Dee assumes Charlie's giving her time to acquaint herself with her new body. Because Charlie's awesome like that.

Dee reaches up and runs a finger over her jawline, down her smaller neck, over where her Adam's apple used to be. She feels Charlie pulling her shirt off, and she watches in the mirror until the shirt covers her eyes, and once it's over her head, she looks down at her shoulders.

She's got fine blonde hair on her body that's so much more attractive than the dark, coarse hair her other body had. Dee's eyes move down further, and she gets her first look at her tits.

“Oh!” Dee yelps. “I twitched!” she says, wanting to put her hand between her legs, but resisting for now.

Charlie is grinning. “Your tits make my clit twitch too,” she says.

“Oh, fuck!” Dee yelps again. “It twitched harder,” she says, breathing a little harder.

“Look at your pretty little nipples,” Charlie says, reaching around to gently rub Dee's right nipple with her index finger.

Dee shivers and moans, her pussy clenching. “I still have perky nipples,” she says with a grin.

Charlie snorts, resting her left temple on Dee's right shoulder. She moves her finger down to lightly stroke the underside of Dee's right breast, then down Dee's stomach to her belly button.

“Wanna see more?” Charlie asks, her hand hovering over the button on Dee's jeans.

“Uh-huh,” Dee says, nodding slightly.

Charlie squats next to Dee, then unlaces the boots. “Up,” she says, tapping Dee's right leg.

Dee lifts her legs one at a time, and Charlie takes her boots and socks off. She likes the size of her feet. They're so much more attractive than big male feet. She wants to suck on her own toes, lick her own arch.

Charlie stands back up, tapping Dee's hand as she goes. “Let go,” she says.

Dee lets go of the jeans, letting them fall without ever needing to be unbuttoned because of her new size. She frowns at the panties. “They're too big,” she says, feeling silly for being upset that one of her favorite panties won't fit anymore.

“We'll get new ones, baby,” Charlie says, hooking her finger inside the waist of the panties and giving them a gentle tug.

The pink boyshorts fall to Dee's ankles, and she sees her pussy for the first time. Her breath gets stuck in her throat, and she feels her eyes burning again. Charlie must realize she's a little emotional, because she rests her head against Dee's shoulder again and wraps her arms around Dee's waist, not squeezing, but just a reassuring hold.

“It's really gone,” Dee whispers. She's a little scared to touch her pussy, as if it'll vanish once she tries to confirm that what she's seeing is real. “It's really, he, h-he really did it,” she says, her left hand sliding across her leg, her fingers barely touching the top of her pussy. “It's mine,” she says, voice cracking.

“It's all yours, Dee,” Charlie says.

Dee's breath comes out in a punch of air. “I really am a woman,” she says, not able to stop looking at her pussy. “It's, ah, I-I've wanted this for so fucking long, and it's really mine. I never thought I'd be able to have this,” she says, a mixture of relief and excitement running through her body.

“Your ass is totally adorable too,” Charlie stage whispers.

It breaks Dee's overly serious mood, and she lets out a bark of laughter. “Thanks, I needed that,” she says with a grin on her face.

“Spread your legs a little more,” Charlie says, and Dee does as she's told. “Check it out. It's yours, so you should be the one to do the honors. See what Cas gave you,” she says, making it seem completely non-sexual.

Dee figures Charlie's giving her more room to digest all of this. Dee's pussy is definitely wet, and she'd really like to try everything out with Charlie, but Dee needs to do this. She needs to take this one step at a time and discover what she always should have had.

Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and her pussy is perfect. She couldn't have asked for better. Okay, so maybe it's not perfect, but it's hers. She's never really given a shit what it would look like as long as she had one. She'd wondered if once she had one she would care about that sort of thing, but she really doesn't. It's perfect because it's hers.

Her outer lips are a little on the big side, and she can't see her clit with the hair and the size of her lips, so she spreads herself with her index and middle fingers, each one sliding down either side of her slit. She pulls apart her lips and sees her perfect little clit, her eyes moving down to see her hole, which looks awfully small, but she's used to seeing pussy up close or in porn, so it stands to reason hers would be small.

Then the thought strikes her that she's possibly a virgin. She shivers, remembering what Castiel had said when he'd remade Dee's male body. If Cas re-formed everything, would he have made her a virgin? It sounds to her like something an angel would do, especially since he'd done it before.

Dee had known she was a virgin when she'd been fresh out of Hell, whether anyone could tell physically from her male body or not. But she doesn't know if she's got an intact hymen in this body, and she wonders what it'll feel like to play with her pussy, not only because she's got one now, but because it's most likely virgin territory.

She uses her right index finger to gently touch her clit and gasps at the sensation. “Oh, fuck! I totally get it now why women like their clit played with, because, hell yeah!” she groans, trying not to touch too much and get herself off prematurely.

Then another thought strikes her. Dean had always been able to have more than one orgasm in a night, a short refractory time compared to other guys, but now she might be able to have multiple orgasms. She wonders if her clit will get oversensitive after she comes like her dick had been or if she'd be able to just keep on going. She wonders how many orgasms she can have in a night.

Charlie smiles. “Clits are awesome,” she says.

“Yeah,” Dee says. “Dad gave me the talk, told me I should pay attention to a woman's clit, and it sounded stupid to me because why would a clit be so much fun when that's not even where a dick goes. I asked one of the first chicks I was with and she explained how awesome it was. I figured I'd never really understand why, but what the hell, just go with it.”

Charlie grins, then kisses her shoulder. “And you haven't even had it properly played with yet. Wait until I use my tongue on it.”

“Mmm,” Dee shudders, her clit twitching again. “Yeah, I want that,” she says.

“Oh, you'll be getting it,” Charlie promises. “I plan on giving you thorough instruction in everything your body can do now,” she says, her voice husky with arousal.

Dee turns toward Charlie, then checks out her own ass. “You were right. My ass is adorable!” she says.

“You're probably a little more flexible now,” Charlie says as she takes a hold of Dee's upper arms and turns her so that her back is fully toward the mirror, then motions toward the mirror with her chin. “Twist and check out your ass.”

Dee twists her upper body and neck. “Ooh! I really am more flexible!” she says, grinning as she's totally able to check out her own ass. “Yeah, awesome ass!”

Charlie chuckles. “Here,” she says, then reaches around Charlie, one hand on each ass cheek, and spreads Dee's cheeks. “Check it out.”

“Hell yeah,” Dee groans, seeing her own asshole. She spreads her legs some, bends at the waist a little, and uses a hand on her own hip to force her upper body to twist so she can see her pussy from behind in the mirror.

“Look at that pretty little pussy, Dee,” Charlie says, spreading Dee's cheeks wide, then kneading them with her hands.

Dee stands up straight so quickly she dislodges Charlie. “I wanna try everything!” she says, eyes wide. She bites her lip as Charlie's eyes darken with arousal.

“Bed,” Charlie says, dragging Dee over to the bed and giving her a shove.

Dee flops down onto the bed, giggling as she falls onto her back and her tits bounce all over. She's amazed by how easy it was for Charlie to manhandle her. Charlie's not a weakling, and even when Dee had a male body, Charlie could be rough in an awesome way, but now that Dee's in her new body, it's even easier, and Dee feels even more like Charlie could move her around just how she wants her.

It's a huge turn on, and Dee can't wait to see what else is in store. As Charlie crawls onto the bed, Dee spreads her legs, planting her feet on the bed in a wide stance and letting her legs fall open. Charlie freezes, looking at Dee's new pussy.

“Clothes,” Dee growls. “You need less of them for this,” she says, flapping her hand at Charlie like the clothes are a horrible annoyance.

“Oh, yeah,” Charlie says, breaking her stare and yanking off her clothes.

Dee chuckles. “A little enthusiastic there, aren't you,” she says with a sly grin.

“It's for science!” Charlie says, tossing her bra across the room, then sliding her jeans and panties down her legs. “You've never had an orgasm in this body. This is totally for science!” she says as the clothes get caught up on her boots. She growls, turning to deal with the boots.

Dee laughs, her chest swelling with affection. “Charlie?”

“Yeah, Dee?” she replies, one leg out of the jeans and panties, the other still stuck on her boot.

“I love you,” Dee says.

Charlie turns to look her in the eye, a smile spreading across her lips. “I still think I love you more,” she says, yanking her other boot off and kicking at her jeans and panties.

“I don't know,” Dee drawls. “Because I think if you really did love me more, you'd kiss me agai–mmm!” she says, cut off by Charlie pouncing and smashing their lips together.

Charlie starts off intense, her lips pushing Dee's open and her tongue shoving into Dee's mouth, but once she's in there, she softens the kiss, slowing down and caressing Dee's mouth and lips. Charlie lays her body down over Dee's, and Dee loves the sensation of her soft skin and her weight pushing her down into the bed, Charlie's breasts smooshing up against her own.

Dee reaches up, wrapping her arms around Charlie to run her new slender fingers over Charlie's back as Charlie runs her fingers through Dee's hair.

“Mmm, it's soft,” Charlie says, pulling out of the kiss just enough that her lips graze Dee's when she speaks.

“I like what Cas did with it,” Dee says, shivering as Charlie gently scratches over her scalp, then grabs a handful of hair. She gasps when Charlie pulls her head to the side. “And it's great for getting rough, apparently,” she says, then moans loudly as Charlie starts sucking on her exposed neck.

Charlie sucks for a while, then moves on to lick the shell of Dee's ear down to her earlobe, where she nibbles, making Dee writhe on the bed. Dee is surprised when Charlie suddenly pushes herself up with her hands, looking down at Dee.

“You smell and taste like a girl!” Charlie says, that infectious grin spread across her lips.

Dee lets out a happy sigh. Things just keep falling into place. She never liked how she smelled before. It always felt wrong no matter what soap or shampoo she used. She's thrilled that yet another thing that made up the huge ball of wrong is now right.

“I think you need more proof that all of me tastes like a girl,” Dee says with a little twitch of her lips, a raising eyebrow.

“For science,” Charlie says with a nod. “Of course!”

Dee chuckles, then moans as Charlie licks a stripe from Dee's neck, down her chest, and out to her left nipple.

“Yeah,” Dee growls, “I totally like tits from both sides.”

Charlie uses her tongue to flick at Dee's nipple, and Dee starts squirming, her legs closing in on Charlie's body and squeezing her a little.

Charlie mouths at Dee's breast, licking and kissing it as Dee tries to get some friction down below. She starts to get a little frustrated when nothing works, then realizes why and starts laughing.

“So, yeah, that whole part about me not having a dick anymore is going to take a while to remember,” Dee says with a self-deprecating chuckle. “I'm trying for some friction, and I'm not getting any,” she says, then pouts up at Charlie.

Charlie giggles, then squirms down some. “Lift your legs up in the air, your knees going up and out like you're putting your knees to your chest only with your legs spread, then tilt your pelvis up like you're trying to give me a good target for pegging your asshole,” she says.

“Okay,” Dee says, then follows directions. “Hell. Yeah,” she yells as Charlie tilts her own pelvis down, and the two of them slot in perfectly for Dee's pussy to get some awesome friction from Charlie's pussy.

Charlie moans, not going all that fast, not putting much force behind her thrusts. Dee tries to lift her pussy up more to get herself off, but Charlie pulls back.

“You wanna come already?” Charlie asks, looking Dee in the eye.

Dee tries to concentrate on the words. “Uhm, well, I was hoping we could find out if I can have multiple orgasms, and I'm fairly sure you're going to get me off more than once in the next few hours, so that would be a yes,” Dee says with a grin.

“Do you think you can come just by rubbing our pussies together?” Charlie asks, the drawl to her words suggesting she knows the dirty talk is going to drive Dee crazy.

Dee wriggles a little, trying to spread her legs wider, get her pussy closer to Charlie's, and when Charlie starts moving her hips, thrusting into Dee's pussy again, Dee yelps.

Dee nods. “I totally can get off on this,” she says, then rethinks it. “Uhm, I think I can,” she says, looking up at Charlie as if she's lost.

Charlie giggles. “Never know 'til you try,” she says, putting more force behind her movements.

“Oh, yeah, I really like that,” Dee says, her eyes falling closed, her hands reaching up to feel her own tits.

She pinches her right nipple, squirming at the sensation, then her eyes open wide when she feels a wet tongue on her left nipple. She watches Charlie running her tongue over her nipple, then around her areola and back again to the nipple, her movements jerky as she thrusts against Dee's pussy.

“Let me know if you don't like this and I'll stop,” Charlie says, then after Dee nods, she sucks on Dee's nipple.

“Oh!” Dee yelps, amazed at how different the sensation is in her female body. She's had women suck on her nipples before, but this is more intense, and she wants more, but her whole body is feeling tighter, her pussy is twitching, and she feels a need to do something, but she doesn't know what.

Charlie pulls back, a grin on her face. “Mental note; Dee likes getting her nipples sucked,” she says.

“More,” Dee says desperately. “I need something,” she says as she squirms under Charlie, her nails digging into Charlie's forearms.

The feeling is somewhat similar to when she used to ejaculate, but it's overwhelming, it's coming fast, her whole body feels like she's electrified without the pain, but she's not coming, or at least she doesn't think she is.

“Ch-Charlie!” Dee yelps, and she knows she must look a little freaked out because Charlie just nods.

“Go with it,” Charlie says, her hips slapping against Dee's legs, their pussies grinding against each other.

Dee's lower stomach tenses, and it seems to spread down from there, her pussy clenching hard, her clit twitching and sending amazing shocks all throughout her legs and torso. She swears she feels it all the way out to the tips of her fingers, her back bowing, her teeth clenching before she opens her mouth wide, letting out a growl that turns into an elongated “ah!” as she thrusts her pussy up as hard as she can into Charlie.

She feels herself coming down from the orgasm, and already her brain is letting her know that it lasted much longer than it used to. In fact she thinks it's still going on, but it's turned into waves that are making the muscles in her stomach spasm, her hips twitch, and each one is making her gasp.

Once she settles down from the intensity, her whole body still feels twitchy, and her stomach keeps on giving her little spasms, her pussy feeling warm, and she has a strong urge to gently run her fingers over her outer lips.

“Well?” Charlie asks.

“Uhmmmyeah, that was awesome,” she slurs. “And I wanna do that again. Lots of times.”

“You were so fucking hot that I came too,” Charlie says.

Dee frowns up at Charlie. “I missed it,” she grumbles.

Charlie giggles. “You were kind of preoccupied by something.”

“I already want more,” Dee announces.

“Oh, you'll be getting more,” Charlie promises, then crawls backward, getting down onto her belly on the bed so that her face is between Dee's legs and in the perfect position to eat Dee out.

“Oh, yeah! Tons of yes,” Dee says enthusiastically as she sits partially up, using her elbows to support herself and get a good view of Charlie.

She has always loved getting women off by eating them out. Loved the taste, the noises women make, the feeling of a pussy clenching around her tongue. Now she gets to feel it from the other side, and she definitely wants to watch.

Charlie uses the tip of her tongue to gently lick around Dee's outer lips, and Dee shivers at the sensation. She tries to spread her legs more, and she really wants to shove Charlie's face into her pussy, but she controls herself, lets Charlie do her own thing.

Dee watches as Charlie uses the flat of her tongue to lick a long swipe up the seam of Dee's lips. “Oh, I like that too,” she says, her breathing already speeding up again.

Charlie takes her time, slowly working her way in, and Dee realizes that Charlie's already getting a taste of her.

“Hey! Does my pussy taste good?” she asks.

Charlie laughs, losing her rhythm and smiling up at Dee. “Yes, you taste wonderful. And I'll give you a taste after you come again, this time with my tongue on your clit,” she says.

Dee nods. “I like that plan,” she says, then feels her thighs tremble as Charlie goes deeper, licking just inside her hole.

Her breathing is becoming erratic, and it's punctuated by gasps the more Charlie does to her. Charlie slides her tongue up to Dee's clit and does an experimental flick. Dee's hips jerk, and she gasps again.

“Too much?” Charlie asks.

“Hell, no,” Dee says. “More, please!”

Charlie licks her clit again, this time with more pressure, then runs her tongue all around it. She wriggles her tongue back and forth, then up and down, and Dee has a hard time controlling her hips, keeping herself from pushing onto Charlie's face.

Charlie goes back to shoving her tongue inside Dee's hole, and Dee's body tenses. Charlie's tongue is fucking in and out of her hole, and Dee has a near overwhelming urge to play with her clit while Charlie does that.

Dee lets out a loud moan and her eyes fall closed as Charlie moves back to her clit. She alternately sucks on it and licks it, then flicks back and forth so fast that Dee feels another orgasm coming, this one not coming over her as fast, but it still feels like waves are rolling through her, and she lets herself flop back onto the bed, her hips jerking, her mouth open as she lets out a long “oh” sound.

Instead of stopping, Charlie starts sucking on Dee's clit, and Dee feels a finger at her hole, which makes her struggle to her elbows again, her eyes wide. “Oh, fuck,” Dee breathes.

She doesn't know if she can do this. She's oversensitive, but at the same time her body is already tensing. She wants to push Charlie away just as much as she wants to beg for more, beg for faster.

Dee starts up a keening noise, and Charlie's finger pushes in, feeling like nothing she's ever felt before. She laughs inwardly at her preconceived notions of what this would feel like and that she'd assumed it would feel like a finger up her ass. It's nothing like it, and she's both surprised and delighted.

Charlie uses just the one, fucking in and out of Dee's hole with it, still sucking and licking Dee's clit. Dee wants Charlie's finger deeper, harder, and she wants more. The feeling makes her try to spread her legs wider.

“Oh, fuck, Charlie, yeah!” Dee says, her voice cracking, her body already shaking, and an intense feeling flashing through her that's nearly painful, but feels way too good to ever try to stop.

She shudders and moans through her next orgasm, feeling her pussy clamp down on Charlie's finger and her clit twitching so hard it hurts. Charlie gentles as Dee comes down from her orgasm, and Dee is very grateful, because this time everything is becoming more sensitive than last time.

Dee feels raw, broken open, and she feels silly, but she wants to wrap up in a blanket. If it were anybody else but Charlie in bed with her, she feels like she might try to cover herself up because of just how vulnerable she feels.

Charlie grabs the blanket from the end of the bed, crawls up next to Dee, and covers the two of them with it. Dee isn't saying anything, but she does curl into Charlie when Charlie wraps her right arm around her. She tucks her head in under Charlie's chin, taking a deep breath, nuzzling Charlie's skin.

Charlie kisses the top of Dee's head. “Round two can wait until later,” she says softly.

Dee still doesn't say anything. She kisses Charlie's neck, then closes her eyes, the tip of her nose touching Charlie's skin. She throws her left leg over Charlie's legs, wanting to feel as much connection as she can get, wanting to be skin-on-skin everywhere she can.

She's not tired. She doesn't feel like she's going to drift off. She just wants to be here, with Charlie. Dee feels a little silly for having reacted this way, but Charlie's not saying anything, isn't asking her any questions, and the way she's softly touching Dee, holding her, Charlie must have seen something in Dee's eyes, and Dee falls in love with Charlie that much more for knowing what to do.

“I love you,” Dee whispers.

Charlie kisses the top of Dee's head again. “Still love you more,” she whispers into Dee's hair.

- - -

Dee doesn't know how long they stay like that. She works through things in her head some of the time, other times she's just taking stock of her body, how tingly and warm everything feels, the way her body fits with Charlie's in a way her other body never did.

Everything happened so fast that Dee hadn't had time for everything to sink in, and now that she's got the time, she feels swells of so much happiness that she wonders if she'll burst.

She could never have imagined things would turn out this way, and she wants to find a way to thank Castiel. She can't think of anything to do for him, to give to him, or anything she could possibly say, but maybe Sam and Charlie can help.

Cas has done so much for her, and this goes so far beyond a greeting card that it's not even funny. Dee feels privileged to have this, and even though she's not going to dive into an ocean of self pity and drown in thinking she doesn't deserve this, she does realize this is something precious, something people would die or kill for. And it's all hers.

She sucks on her bottom lip, bites it experimentally like she's thinking hard about something to see how it feels with the new shape of her mouth. She wonders if it looks sexy. She wriggles her toes, and she can't help but grin when they tickle Charlie's leg and Charlie squirms a little.

It's almost too much to take in. The changes in her body are everywhere. The toes she used to tickle Charlie even feel daintier, and her whole foot feels smaller, but no less sturdy.

Her tits are pressed up against Charlie's belly, and she shifts her body some, enjoying the way her nipples drag against Charlie's skin.

Charlie must be sleeping, because her breathing is shallow and too regular for her to be awake. Dee sticks out her tongue, licking Charlie's neck, then mouthing over the same spot.

Dee squeezes her thighs together just to see how it feels and gasps when she feels how slippery she is between her legs, inside her pussy. It feels amazing.

She reaches down with her left hand and gently touches her left labia, slowly moving her index and middle fingers around, gathering some of the slick and shifting a bit so she can get her fingers between her lips to touch her clit.

“Mmm,” Dee moans softly, trying not to wake Charlie as she fingers herself. She pushes, rubs, slides around her clit, getting to know her body and enjoying the sensations. She slips her middle finger down to her hole and lets it slide in.

She's wetter than she thought she was, and Dee remembers just how aroused she'd been, how out of her mind with pleasure she was. No wonder she's soaking wet down there. She pushes her finger all the way in, going slow and learning herself, then pulls back out, making sure to get her fingers all wet, then she brings her hand up, pushes her fingers into her mouth, and moans at the way she tastes.

She smiles around her fingers, her tongue rubbing against her fingers, sucking them clean and getting every last bit of slick from them. She reaches back down, cupping her pussy with her left hand, just feeling the shape of it, the warmth.

She moves her hand a little, feeling the neatly-trimmed pubic hair brushing against her hand. It's soft and so feminine that Dee lets out a little huff of happiness, a quick punch of air that would be a happy laugh if she wasn't worried about waking Charlie.

Dee remembers that Sam was the one to set this all up, and she grins as she remembers Sam running out of the room with a raging hard-on. She needs to do something for Sam. Well, beside going with Charlie's plan of getting her little brother to jerk off so much he chafes his dick, because that's just a given.

She needs to let him know that she appreciates that he thought of her, that he'd brought it up to Cas. Dee wonders if Cas fixed Sam's tail yet, and she thinks she's probably going to miss the thing. It's nothing huge, but Sam's been using it like it's a fifth limb he's always had.

And Charlie. Dee's so happy to have her, to love her, to be loved by her that she feels it to her core. Everything within her being screams that she wants to spend her life with this woman. This is it. This is love. And the way Charlie talks to her, the things she says, the way she looks at Dee, well, Dee thinks there's a good chance Charlie feels the same way.

Dee thinks about her off-hand comment to Charlie. The one where she joked about wanting to marry her because she was evil when she wanted to torture Sam with dick chaffing. And Dee didn't think of it at the time, but now that she has time to dwell on it, she really does want to marry Charlie.

It doesn't send panic through her body like she's always thought it would when she contemplated spending the rest of her life with one lover. It does send a swell of affection and excitement through her chest and stomach.

She doesn't want to push and possibly fuck things up, but she decides to feel things out with Charlie, see if Charlie really is hoping for that. It doesn't have to be now. It doesn't even have to be in the next year.

Dee's already sure about Charlie, and if it takes time for Charlie to be that sure, it's okay with Dee. She knows it's a huge thing.

She grins, imagining a wedding. Dee has never wanted anything huge whenever she thought about a wedding. And now that she's female, and since same-sex marriage is still banned in Kansas, they'll have to find somewhere else, but that's okay with Dee. A quick trip up to Iowa or even a longer trip over to California is fine with her.

But Dee isn't going to push. She's happy with so much that's happened. She can't remember being happier than this. She's surrounded by loved ones, has a home for the first time since she was four years old, and she has the body she was always meant to have.

It couldn't possibly get better than this.

- - -

Dee wakes to soft kisses being placed on her neck, her face, and the more she wakes up, the more Charlie moves to the corners of Dee's mouth. Dee smiles, opening her eyes to see Charlie with bedhead and a lazy grin on her face.

“I fell asleep,” Dee says, surprised by how scratchy and deep her morning voice is.

“I wore you out with my epic cunnilingus skills,” Charlie says with a smirk.

Dee chuckles, then kisses Charlie just because she can. “Yes, you did.”

“Hey,” Charlie says, her eyebrows coming down, letting Dee know Charlie's concerned about something, “if I get too intense or you want me to back off on something, let me know. No hard feelings, okay?”

Dee shakes her head as she realizes Charlie's worried about Dee's reaction to all the orgasms. “It wasn't that,” she says, reaching up to run her fingers through Charlie's messy hair. “I really, really liked what you did. I had a great time. It was just that I didn't expect my reaction. I hadn't expected I would feel...,” she trails off, not knowing what word to use.

“Vulnerable?” Charlie asks, the concerned look on her face smoothing out now that Dee has said it wasn't a bad experience.

Dee thinks about it, remembers using that word in her own head to describe how she felt after she'd come the third time. She nods. “Yeah. And raw. And broken open,” she whispers.

Charlie leans down to give Dee another gentle kiss. “It's all new to you. The body is new and the sex is completely different even if you're having it with me,” Charlie says. “The first time I ever had sex, I was way too nervous and excited to feel anything other than relief that we'd both made each other come. It wasn't until the second time I was with someone that I experienced something like what you did.”

Dee grimaces. “How did you handle it?” she asks.

“Well, thankfully I was with a really awesome girl,” she says with a bit of a blush to her cheeks. “She held me, let me just have a while to gather myself, and then we did it all over again a few more times because the sex was amazing.”

Dee chuckles, then her smile falls. “Thanks. For letting me be a dork,” she says, really wanting to let Charlie know what it means to her.

“You weren't a dork,” Charlie says, shaking her head. “Like I said; new experiences, new body, new emotions, blah, blah, blah. As long as you let me know if something isn't feeling right or you'd like something different or whatever, everything should go fairly smoothly. Not that sex is perfect, by any means, but you know,” she says, shrugging and grinning adorably.

Dee gives Charlie a grateful smile. Then she remembers a question she'd thought of earlier while Charlie was asleep. “Hey, how long did it take for my body to change? I've was wondering about it while I was snuggling with you and you were making cute sleepy noises,” Dee says.

Charlie's lips twitch into a half smile. “I make cute sleepy noises?”

Dee smiles. “Yeah, and I like staying awake to listen to them.”

Charlie blushes again, looking embarrassed. “Fifty-seven minutes,” she says.

Dee is confused for a moment, then remembers she had asked a question before getting distracted by adorableness. “You remember the time exactly?”

Charlie nods, a bit of a quirk to her lips. “It was a little scary, and since Cas said it shouldn't take more than an hour, I kept an eye on the time.”

The way Charlie's expression has changed, Dee can see how scared Charlie had been. “It didn't seem like that long,” Dee says, the bridge of her nose scrunching up.

“It felt a lot longer than fifty-seven minutes for me and Sam,” Charlie says with a wince.

“Why?” Dee asks. She hadn't noticed Sam or Charlie looking concerned, but then again she had been trying to keep still and she was focused on what her own body was doing.

“It wasn't horrible,” Charlie reassures her, “and I don't know what in particular Sam was worried about because we didn't say anything to each other, but I could tell by the look on Sam's face, the way he'd throw concerned looks my way that he was just as nervous as me.”

“What were you worried about?” Dee asks, her hand reaching up and cupping Charlie's neck, needing more of a connection, wanting to banish the scary thoughts from Charlie's head.

Charlie sighs, her eyes looking off to the side, and Dee thinks Charlie might cry for a moment, and then she sees tears well up in Charlie's eyes.

“I know Cas was an angel, and I know he has his grace back,” Charlie says, her eyes focused on something over Dee's left shoulder, “but things happen, and I was so scared he'd mess something up or accidentally stop your heart or blink your lungs out of existence or something. Anything could have happened,” she says, ending on a whisper.

“Hey,” Dee says, reaching up with her left hand so that she can take hold of both sides of Charlie's neck. “I'm okay. Nothing happened. Well, nothing other than something I've wished for, hoped for so hard all my life that I would've done damn near anything to have it. And now I do,” she says, smiling up at Charlie.

Charlie chuckles, her bottom lip wobbling a little, but she seems to pull herself out of the mindset she'd remembered being in while watching Dean become Dee. “And I'm so fucking happy for you that I wanna scream it out to everyone,” Charlie says, taking a deep breath and letting out a big sigh.

She's glad Charlie seems relieved. “I'll settle for you taking me on a shopping trip to get a whole new wardrobe,” Dee says, one eyebrow raised.

Charlie laughs. “Oh, we're so doing that. I can't wait to see your face when you try on outfits and they fit the way you've always wanted them to,” she says, nodding toward Dee's crotch.

Dee chuckles. “Yeah, I'd forgotten about that even when I was looking in the mirror before. I was so excited over everything, so interested to see everything that I hadn't even thought of how my dick isn't going to fuck with the way panties fit or,” and then Dee's eyes widen, her breath catches in her throat, and she scrambles up to a sitting position, nearly knocking Charlie over, “or a skirt! I can wear a skirt and not only is it gonna look amazing without a dick, but I can wear it in public with no ass kicking or dirty looks!”

Charlie looks just as excited as Dee feels. “I bet you're going to look great in a skirt, baby,” Charlie says, an affectionate smile on her face.

“What time is it?” Dee asks, looking around for the clock, then her excitement falls when she sees the time. “It's five a.m.,” she says with a pout, her shoulders dropping.

“Aww,” Charlie says, obviously trying not to laugh at Dee's disappointment. “We'll go in a few hours.”

She's knows she's being patronized, but she doesn't care. Charlie can get away with it. “Fine,” Dee grumbles.

“I think what we should do is go to Walmart first,” Charlie says.

Dee looks at Charlie with as much disgust as she can put into her expression. “No!” she whines, and she feels no shame in the whining because this is important. “I've had Walmart and thrift shop clothes my whole life. I want some nice stuff!”

“Hang on, hang on,” Charlie says, holding her hands out, and this time Dee knows Charlie's working really hard at not giggling. “You're taller than me, but you're also thinner than me, which means anything we put on you that we already have is going to look funny, so let's go to Walmart to get a few basics and necessities, then we'll head over to the mall for some nicer stuff when you don't look like you just got off the plane and lost all your luggage, okay?”

“Oh,” Dee says, her mood changing quickly. “Yeah, I hadn't thought of that,” she says with a sheepish grin.

“I'm not tired anymore, so how about I go downstairs and start some breakfast while you shower and find something that fits at least sort of decently,” Charlie says, crawling off the bed.

Dee takes the opportunity to thoroughly check out Charlie's ass as she's crawling off the bed. “What if I get stuck in the shower for a while?” she asks, grinning up at Charlie.

Charlie snorts. “Well, I figured that was going to happen, which is why I'm going to make waffles, eggs, and sausage. It should take long enough that you'll get some alone time before I'm done.”

“Cool!” Dee says, nearly jumping out of bed, wincing a bit when her tits bounce a little harder than tits comfortably bounce. She makes a mental note to remember that, because ouch.

“Oh, and before you shower,” Charlie says, turning and pointing at Dee's crotch. “FYI; soap may be a sort of okay lubricant for anal play in the shower, but it doesn't feel good up inside your pussy.”

Dee feels like holding her pussy to protect it from the evil soap. “Uhm, yeah, thanks. Definitely good to know,” she says with a nod, her eyes wide. “Anything else I should know about showering?”

Charlie does her thinking face for a moment. “Use a little bit of my conditioner in your hair after you shampoo, but you don't use as much conditioner as you might think you need to, and you rinse it out,” Charlie instructs. “Oh, and in case the bright idea occurs to you, conditioner doesn't feel good inside your pussy either,” she says with a grimace.

Dee hopes these mental notes stick well. She'd hate to forget them. “Water or lube only, then?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Charlie says, nodding. “And when you wash your pussy, use soap on the outside and rinse. You don't have to freak out if a little goes between your labia because it's deeper inside that the soap burns. And that area takes care of itself anyway.”

“Cool!” Dee says, a grin spreading across her face. “See ya!” she chirps, waving and heading off to the bathroom.

“Wish I had a hidden video camera in there,” Charlie grumbles loudly from the other room.

Dee chuckles, then briefly wonders if she should set up Charlie's laptop to record her fun time, but the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks she'd get some performance anxiety, so she makes another mental note to take a video next time.

She steps into the shower after checking that the temperature is right, then gets under the spray, letting it caress her hair, her new body. It feels amazing, but Dee has always loved showers. She kneads her breasts and gasps at the sensation of her wet breasts, the nipples a little hard from her arousal.

If she doesn't wash first, she'll be in here for hours, and she really wants waffles. And she really wants to go shopping for new clothes.

She soaps up her hair with Charlie's shampoo, loving the feel of her hair all soapy and falling down over her shoulders. The shampoo smells wonderful, stronger now that it's on her own head instead of what she smells when she kisses Charlie's head.

She scratches at her scalp, pulling all her hair together to feel the weight of it. She rinses it out, puts in some conditioner, and then Dee discovers she doesn't like the greasy feeling of it in her hair, so she rinses it out quickly.

Dee soaps up her body, trying not to spend much time on it, and she doesn't even touch her pussy with the bar of soap, too worried the soap's going to go inside, and she figures the soap running down her body when she rinses off will take care of the washing between her legs.

Once she's rinsed off the soap, she trails her fingers down her belly, over her wet pussy, then pushes her finger in to play with her clit. It feels wonderful in the shower other than the fact that rubbing her clit felt smoother when it was her own slick or Charlie's spit instead of the water.

She slides her index finger down further, pushes into her hole. She thinks of Charlie getting her strap-on and fucking her, and her clit twitches as she thinks about it. Dee doesn't know if she's ready for something as big as the dildo Charlie had been using on her before her body had changed, but she definitely wants to try.

Dee uses her index finger to gently push and rub on her clit as her middle finger slides into her hole. She doesn't fingerfuck herself, just lets the movement of her index finger jostling her middle finger do the trick. She feels herself getting close even though she's barely touched herself.

She puts her left hand on the tiles so she doesn't fall, remembering how hard she'd come hours earlier. Dee tries to find a rhythm that she likes, tries flicking back and forth, then up and down, then tries pushing down on her clit and massaging deeply.

Dee decides flicking back and forth feels great and should get her off, so she speeds up, her mouth falling open and her nails scratching the tile. Her thighs are shaking, and she's not even trying to think of anything in particular to get herself off, just enjoying what she's doing to herself.

She starts panting, a keening noise coming from her as she goes even faster. It hits her suddenly, and she locks her knees to keep from falling as it crashes over her hard. When she feels her pussy contracting around her fingers, she gasps and pushes harder, a sound like a sob coming from her throat as she grits her teeth and rides out her orgasm.

“Mmm, that's never gonna get old,” she pants, her legs shaking.

She rinses off again, splashing a little water at her pussy to clean herself again. She turns off the water and towels off, gasping when the towel touches her nipples.

“That's new,” she says, amazed how sensitive her nipples are.

They've been more sensitive since this new body, and they've always been somewhat sensitive, but she doesn't remember them getting nearly untouchable after orgasm before, and she smiles at the sensation as she wraps the towel around herself.

Dee wraps another towel around her hair, then walks into their room. She looks through her clothes, searching for a pair of old sweatpants she knows have a drawstring. She pulls them on, and even though they're big, she's able to tie them enough to keep them up.

She searches through her shirts and finds one that used to be a bit snug, but it's also very soft. She pulls it over her head and puts on a pair of Charlie's flat shoes, noticing her feet are longer than Charlie's, but the shoes aren't overly uncomfortable.

After giving her hair a scrubbing with the towel, she tosses the towel in the bathroom and heads downstairs. The smells coming from the kitchen are amazing.

“No way in hell you're wearing that,” Sam bellows, startling her.

She hadn't seen Sam, but now that Dee looks over at the table, she sees Sam is sitting there with his eyes wide and his lips in a tight, thin line. She looks down at her clothes, her arms going out to her sides, then looks back up at Sam, a confused expression on her face.

“Oh!” Charlie squeaks, then goes back to arranging the food on the plates, a smile on her face. “I'll give her a jacket, Sam,” she says, then giggles.

“Do I have to go with you guys so I can kick some ass?” Sam asks, a tone to his voice that says he's ready to defend Dee's honor.

Dee smiles, getting a kick out of Sam being protective of her. “I can still kick your ass, little brother,” she says.

“I'll believe it when it happens,” Sam says with a smirk.

“Oh, dude, you're on,” Dee says, feeling a flare of excitement over the challenge.

“After breakfast,” Charlie says in a chiding tone, setting their plates down on the table.

“No way,” Dee says, looking at Charlie like she's said cheeseburgers have been banned in all fifty states. “We're going shopping!”

Charlie chuckles. “Fine, then, after breakfast and after we get you new clothes.”

“I do want to train,” Dee says seriously, pouring syrup on her waffles and cutting them up. “I don't really know what this body can do, but I already feel pretty well-oriented for day-to-day shit.”

“So you're not having balance problems or anything so far?” Sam asks, his 'this is really interesting' face on.

“I had some trouble, but, oh damn, these waffles are good, baby,” Dee says, moaning around the mouthful of food.

Sam grimaces. “That's no more attractive than it was when you were a dude,” he grumbles.

Then Sam takes a bite of his waffles and gets what Dee calls Sam's orgasm face, but she really hopes she never has the opportunity to find out if that's really his orgasm face or not.

“Charlie, you have to share this recipe,” Sam says. Well, he actually moans the words.

“It's a really basic recipe, but sure, I'll share,” Charlie says with a big smile.

“If it's a basic recipe, then it's probably more about how you make it and how long you cook them, at what temperature and all,” Sam says, shoving more waffles in his face.

Dee grins at Sam's enthusiasm as she shovels her own waffles into her face. “Maybe I should go shopping and leave you two to exchange recipes,” she says, still with a mouthful of food.

“Aww!” Charlie whines. “I wanna go!” she says, her lips forming a pout that Dee wants to kiss.

“All right, all right,” Dee says, waving her fork at Charlie, then pointing it at Sam. “Do you wanna go too, Francis?” she asks.

Sam winces. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “You're gonna drag me into the changing rooms with you, and then I'll get arrested on the way out after scaring everyone with my raging boner.”

Dee laughs so hard she snorts. “Poor little Sammy,” she says with an evil grin.

Sam looks her in the eye, his face stern. “But you're wearing a jacket until you get a bra,” he says to Dee.

Dee flutters her eyelashes. “Do my nipples show?” she asks innocently, then gasps. “Are they hard right now?” she asks as she thrusts her chest out.

Sam squeezes his eyes shut, obviously trying to keep from getting that raging boner as well as keeping himself from looking at said nipples. “Yes, they show. And it'll be your fault if I have to break some guy's nose for checking you out.”

- - -
Dee and Charlie are exhausted by the time they get back to the bunker after hours of shopping, and they're greeted by Sam, who helps them with the bags, then directs them toward the kitchen, where he's prepared dinner for them.

Sam looks Dee over, and he seems to approve of her jeans and T-shirt, looking closely to make sure she has a bra on.

“I definitely need to start doing some kind of exercise or you guys are gonna make me fat,” Dee says, appreciatively sniffing the food before digging in.

“So did you get everything you wanted without going into enough detail that I have to leave the dinner table with a napkin over my crotch?” Sam asks.

Charlie snorts. “Well, we did get a few matching panties because Dee liked the way some of them looked so much she wanted me to have some too.”

Sam has a long-suffering look on his face. “And the outer wear?” he prods.

Dee chuckles. “Yes, we got a lot of pants, skirts, tops, a few dresses, and I got a few pairs of shoes, some just because they'll look amazing and some because they were practical.”

“Sounds cool,” Sam says, smiling. “I'm really happy for you, Dee,” he says.

“I'm happy for me too,” Dee says with a smirk.

Sam rolls his eyes. “Would you just try the red peppers, Dee? Please?” he asks, pointing at Dee's plate.

Dee whines. “But I don't like red peppers,” she says, pushing the peppers she'd separated from the pasta around on her plate.

“But they're mixed with sweet potatoes and have sauce on them,” Sam says, puppy face working its magic. “You might like them.”

Dee grumbles, but she stabs one with her fork and pops it into her mouth. A look of surprise comes over her face as she chews. “Okay, this is really weird,” she says, a little spooked.

“What?” Charlie asks, her fork halfway to her mouth.

“I've always hated red peppers, and I can still taste that they're red peppers, but I think I like them,” Dee says, looking up at Sam like she's seen a ghost.

Sam looks puzzled for a moment, then his face lights up. “You have to try chocolate and see if it tastes better!” he blurts like it's the coolest thing ever.

“Why?” Dee asks, her face scrunched up as she peers down at the evil and tasty red peppers. “Oh,” she says as her head snaps up, looking Sam in the eye. “It tastes different because I'm a chick now!”

“Oh, we should try a bunch of foods on you to see what you like and don't like,” Charlie says.

Dee looks down at her plate, poking at the red peppers more. “But the breakfast tasted the same and everything else in the pasta tastes the same,” she says, confused over the whole thing. “Beer tasted the same,” Dee says as she points to the bottle on the table.

Sam gets his 'I get to teach you something' face on. “Women and men have different hormones and chemicals in their brains. I don't think this means you've changed something so basic about you as your whole taste in foods, but maybe just that a few things will be tweaked like the peppers.”

Dee looks down at the peppers again, takes another bite. “They kind of have a tang to them that I like, but I know that's what I didn't like about them before.”

“Are you upset about it? Because you look a little upset about it,” Charlie asks, concerned tone to her voice.

Dee thinks about it, stabs one of the red peppers. “It's not so much that I'm upset about it as it just threw me,” she says, then a horrible thought occurs to her. “I hope I still like cheeseburgers with extra onions and fries!”

Sam snorts, and Dee gives him a sour look. Charlie tries to keep from giggling, but the hand over her mouth isn't really stopping her shoulders from jumping.

“You guys are jerks,” Dee says with a scowl. “You owe me a box of chocolates each.”

Sam and Charlie can't hold it in any longer and laugh so hard that Dee can't help but smile.

- - -

“Okay, go ahead and try a few moves, and we'll see what happens,” Sam says, standing on the mat and spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, arms at his sides.

They've finished dinner, and after talking for a while to give their stomachs a chance to settle, they've changed into clothes more suitable for sparring and rolled the mats out.

Charlie is in a new pair of striped pajama pants and a matching tank top because she doesn't plan on joining in, but Dee and Sam are both in sweatpants and plain T-shirts, Dee only teasing Sam a little bit about wanting to ditch the bra. Sam and Dee are both in their boots.

“Don't go easy on me,” Dee says, pulling her hair into a ponytail. Well, actually she tries to pull it into a ponytail, but she cringes inwardly as she ends up sending the band across the room when it slips from her fingers.

Charlie giggles as she gets the band for Dee, then walks up behind her and ties up her hair for her. “There you go, sweetie,” she says, then gives Dee's ass a little pat.

Dee gives Sam a look that hopefully says 'you tease me about that, you die' before she lunges. She's nervous that Sam will easily overpower her, but she's determined not to show it. As she's heading for him, Sam doesn't move, lets Dee land a front elbow shot to the gut, and he doubles over, grunting and breathing his way through it.

“Yes, I know,” Sam says, voice strained. “I should know you better than to think you've forgotten everything you ever learned about how and where to hit just because you're a girl now.”

“Damn right,” Dee says, showing no remorse. Because really, Sam has insulted her by just standing there. She allows herself a little pat on the back for catching Sam off-guard, but tries not to let it go to her head.

“Sorry,” Sam says with a grimace as he stands up. “Try again.”

This time when Dee goes for him, she twists her body at the last second and drops, hitting Sam at the inner thigh with her fist. She hears Sam hiss, but she doesn't stop. She stands back up again, grabbing his hand and spinning, aiming for bringing Sam down to the mat, but she overcompensates for her lack of height, weight, and strength, so she ends up sending them both to the mat with Sam on top of her.

Thankfully Sam catches himself with his left hand so he doesn't fall as hard as he could've onto her, but it's still a little painful. Now Dee feels a little stupid for having done that. She shakes it off as Sam rolls off and stands up again.

Dad had taught them well when they were kids and teenagers how to deal with changing bodies, and to try not to get upset over them, to work with them, learn from them, try to use them to your advantage.

Dad had said that getting upset only hurt you, that your body needs to learn what to do and you need to learn how to do it. There's no shame in it. No shame in learning your body's limitations if you work through them and do your best with those limitations.

So Dee gets back up, reevaluates her strength, weight, and center of gravity, which she's realizing is slightly lower than before, then goes after Sam again. She tries a kick, but it's too high, and Sam gives her a warning by grabbing her ankle, then letting go of it quickly enough that she doesn't fall because of it.

Dee gives Sam a smirk. He could've had her down on the mat just now. She doesn't know whether to be grateful or pissed that Sam didn't go ahead and pull her down. She needs to learn, damn it.

So she reevaluates, uses less power than she would've before to get her leg up that high, and gives Sam a light kick in his right side. She's still not quick enough, so this time Sam grabs her ankle, turns her leg just enough to put her completely off balance, and then gives a little pull to make sure she comes down on her ass instead of her back and head, letting go of her ankle once she's down.

Dee growls, feeling a flush of anger run through her, and gets back up again. She tries for a quick jab to Sam's neck, but Sam catches her hand, yanking her toward him, then wraps his arms around her. She tries to headbutt him, but forgets she's shorter now, and all that happens is the back of her head connects with Sam's collarbone.

It hurts. It's humiliating. It makes her furious, and she forgets everything about not getting upset, about working through this, and with a growling yell, she stomps on Sam's foot with the heel of her boot.

She feels some satisfaction when she hears Sam squeak in pain, but when he lets go of her, she knows it's because he's ready to let her go, not because he's in so much pain he lost his grip. She stands there with her back to Sam, panting hard and so mad that her chest hurts.

And, damn it, her eyes are burning. She bites her tongue, trying to keep from losing control of her emotions any more than she already has. She refuses to cry over this. She's not going to look at Sam or Charlie. She knows she'll lose it if she does.

“Okay, hang on,” Charlie says, waving her hands as she walks over to Dee.

Dee pulls at the hem of her T-shirt. She feels a little scared by her lack of abilities, but she doesn't want them to know she's scared, doesn't want them to know she's having trouble adjusting.

She doesn't want her old body back. Hell, no. And she knew it would be a big adjustment, but she was hoping the overwhelmingly vulnerable feeling she's got right now wouldn't be a huge issue.

Charlie stands in front of Dee, but doesn't try to force eye contact. “You're fighting like a guy. Fight like a girl,” she says, sounding much less sympathetic or pitying than Dee thought she would.

Dee looks up at her, forcing the tears to go away through sheer will. “I was trying,” she growls.

“No,” Charlie says, shaking her head. “You're fighting like a guy who's been shoved into a woman's body.”

Dee looks down at the mat, her eyes burning again. She wishes she could use telepathy to let Charlie know she should get tougher, change the mood before Dee bawls all over the place. If Charlie gets soft on her, she's going to cry.

“Fight like a girl,” Charlie repeats, this time using her index and middle fingers to shove Dee's right shoulder enough that Dee takes a few steps back.

Dee looks up at Charlie again, takes a deep cleansing breath, and raises her eyebrow at Charlie. “So I should bite him?” she challenges.

Charlie huffs. “I suppose you can if you want to, but that's not what I had in mind. You're a woman now. You have to change your range,” she says.

“Huh?” Dee asks, feeling ridiculous. Dee has been trained her whole life. She's been a hunter for as long as she can remember. Charlie's a computer geek.

“I'm a LARPer, remember?” Dee says, a knowing grin on her face.

Dee feels a little relief as the thought sinks in. “Oh, yeah.”

“Okay, you're fighting like a guy,” Charlie says as she takes Dee by the upper arms and moves her to the side. She turns to Sam. “I'm shorter, I'm not as strong as him, but you know that doesn't mean I can't beat him.”

“Yeah,” Dee says, trying hard not to say 'but there's a huge chance he'll beat you' in a snarky voice.

“When you fight guy-on-guy, you can be farther apart from each other because you're closely matched in height, weight, and reach,” Charlie says, then steps up to Sam, standing with only one foot of space between them.

Sam gets ready, his arms a little out to the side in a defensive posture, but Dee knows Sam won't hurt her. She doesn't need to remind Sam Charlie's not a fighter.

“Men let you get closer to them, because they don't see you as a threat most of the time,” Charlie says. “Use that. And also use your lack of height to throw them off. You're closer to their vulnerable spots like the throat, stomach, and crotch,” she says as she pokes Sam in the stomach.

Charlie lifts her knee, headed for Sam's crotch, but stops just in time, and Sam knows he could've just gotten a nut shot, so he gives her a grateful smile.

“Don't be afraid of cheap shots,” she says with a smirk.

“I have no problem with cheap shots,” Dee says, feeling like an idiot for needing this.

“Your center of gravity is lower than a man's, and also women tend to have better balance. Again, use that,” Charlie says. “Guys expect you to use your hands and arms at about the level of your upper torso, so overhand and underhand strikes work well, and you can put a lot of power into an overhand hit that'll make up for your lack of upper body strength compared to a man.”

Charlie throws her right hand out to the left side of Sam's head, then brings her hand down in an arc toward his neck, stopping just before she hits him.

“Now I can't really help you with monsters and all, but using your lower center of gravity and the ability to pull things down with you has to be of some use,” Charlie says. “And what about all the training you said your dad gave you as kids? You can't tell me he had you fighting like adults,” she says with a huff.

Dee feels a flush of embarrassment for forgetting that, but it's quickly followed by a flare of hope. “Uhm, yeah,” she says with a self-deprecating chuckle.

A quick look at Sam confirms that Sam had already figured that out, but he was being a nice little brother by not giving Dee a hard time for it.

Dee smiles. “That's just a slightly different way of moving than how dad taught us when we were kids,” she says. “I'm assuming the difference is because of the shorter arms for kids, but yeah, that's how Sam and I used to train.”

“Cool!” Charlie says. “Then go for it!” she says as she steps to the side, giving them room to move.

Dee runs up to Sam, jumps on him, wrapping her right leg around his left leg and pulling her ankle back up toward her, buckling Sam's knee. As they fall to the mat, Sam throws up his arms, but Dee already has her hand on his right shoulder, pushing down toward the mat as they hit, and with her right fist, she comes down in an arc, stopping just before she hits his left temple.

“Did you let me win?” Dee asks, using her tone of voice to make sure Sam knows he'd better not lie.

Sam blinks up at her, obviously surprised by what just happened. “Uhm, no, I didn't let you win.”

“Awesome!” Dee says, a huge smile on her face.

“Wait!” Charlie says, pointing at Dee's fist. “Hit with the heel and side of your fist instead of your knuckles,” she says as she demonstrates with her own hand.

Dee turns her wrist, then brings her fist down in an arc, trying out using her fist like a hammer instead of something to jab at someone.

Charlie walks up next to Dee and holds Dee's right shoulder, then grabs her elbow. “When you hit overhand, start by pulling your shoulder back some, then start at the elbow and fling your fist from the elbow down. It'll give your fist more speed and power than coming down the way you normally would.”

Dee tries again, using the technique that she now remembers Dad teaching her as a kid, pulling back at the last moment before hitting Sam in the neck. A grin spreads across her lips.

Charlie steps back a few feet, and it really was stupid of Dee to relax and enjoy her victory, because Sam takes the opportunity to catch her off-guard and twists his hips, tossing Dee off as he sits up, his forearm catching her stomach to shove her down to the mat on her back. He spins, flinging his right leg over her, then sitting down on her lower belly.

She panics, her eyes widening and her whole body tensing. She can't think of anything but getting Sam off of her, so she starts wildly hitting Sam's arms with her fists, kicking out, but not connecting with anything, her teeth clenched, a manic screech coming out of her.

“Hey!” Sam barks, startling Dee out of her unreasonable panic. “We just did this with Charlie last week,” he says, taking her wrists and holding them down on either side of her head.

Dee starts to panic again, and her breath stutters, her chest heaving. “Please! Sam, stop! Let me up! Stop!” she says, closer to crying than she'd like to be.

She knew she'd have to deal with stronger emotions, different hormones, but this crying is annoying her even though she still has yet to bawl all over the place.

“No,” Sam says with such a snotty little brother tone to it that the fight leaves Dee.

She relaxes into the mat, her eyes squeezing shut and her legs stilling. She hears Sam's instruction of “breathe,” and she takes a few cleansing breaths. When she opens her eyes, Sam smiles at her.

“Now show me what you did last week when you did such an awesome job of teaching Charlie how to hurt me,” Sam says with a nod.

It breaks the tension, and Dee chuckles, remembering a few of Charlie's shots connecting with Sam, and how Sam had been a good sport about it even though his lips had been thinned out tightly a couple times when he tried to work through the pain.

“Just try not to knock out my teeth or anything, okay?” Sam asks, his dimples showing as he grins.

“I'll think about it,” Dee says, then punches up, as if she's doing a one-handed victory punch into the air while standing.

With Sam's hand wrapped around her wrist, it pulls Sam off balance to her right, and Dee uses her right leg to curl around Sam's leg over his calf, pushes straight out from herself with her left arm like she's boxing, and the combination of moves sends Sam rolling to her right.

Sam doesn't let go of her wrists, but now she's on top. Sam's eyes widen and he hisses as Dee moves to knee him in the nuts, but she slows at the last moment, pushing down a bit with her knee into his crotch instead of connecting hard.

Sam's grip on her would've weakened if she'd connected, so Sam plays the part, loosens his grip, and Dee yanks her elbows in toward her stomach, pulling out of Sam's grip. Before Sam's recovered, she touches her index and middle fingers to the soft spot where his collarbone meets his neck, showing that she could've just incapacitated him more with a jab there.

Dee hears Charlie clapping and squealing out a “yay!” She turns to Charlie with a big grin on her face. She feels so relieved that she wants to hug both Sam and Charlie. She knows she shouldn't have let everything get to her like this, but she's so grateful she has these two people who love her so much, who are patient and ready to help her through it.

Charlie runs over and flops down onto the mat on her knees. She leans in and kisses Dee, grabbing Dee's neck to hold her in place. Dee lets Charlie control the kiss, enjoying the all-consuming way Charlie kisses. She moans into the kiss, reaching up to hold Charlie's left breast, kneading it a little.

“I don't know how I'm going to survive you two,” Sam grumbles, and Dee feels him scrambling away from her.

She had forgotten she was still between his legs, had forgotten he was there at all, but by the grin on Charlie's face when she pulls back away from the kiss, Charlie hadn't forgotten. Sam's cupping his crotch as he stands up awkwardly.

“I wanna fuck your pretty little pussy tonight,” Charlie says, that wonderfully evil grin on her face as her eyes cut to the side so she can watch Sam without being obvious about it.

“Fuck,” Sam growls as he stumbles off the mat and toward the door. “The least you could'a done was follow through with the nut shot if you were gonna suck face on the mat and talk like that,” he growls, his voice echoing as he walks down the hallway toward his room.

Charlie giggles, and Dee joins her, loving the whole display from Charlie. “I love you,” Dee says. “And it's only partly because you'd make the perfect evil overlord,” she adds with a gentle elbow jab to Charlie's arm.

Charlie fakes a gasp of surprise. “You have excellent taste in women, Dee,” she says, wrapping her arms around Dee's waist and slipping her hand down the back of Dee's sweatpants, her middle finger running over the top of Dee's ass crack where her brand new pair of pink boyshorts are covering her.

“Do you really wanna fuck me tonight?” Dee asks, shivering at Charlie's intimate touch.

Charlie pulls back, her eyes wide and a smile growing on her lips. “Is that on the table?”

Dee stutters, her stomach clenching. “Uhm, ah, do you have, uh, anything smaller than the...,” she trails off, holding her hands up as if she's holding a huge dildo, “big, large, kinda gigantic dildo?” she asks, wincing.

Charlie laughs, pulling Dee to her and kissing her neck affectionately. “I have a few more toys I haven't shown you yet, and yes, I have a smaller and smoother one we can start with.”

Dee lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. “Awesome,” she breathes. “I feel kinda dorky for being nervous about something teenage girls do all the time,” Dee says, her face flushing with heat.

“Oh, baby, don't feel dorky!” Charlie says, running her fingers through Dee's hair. “It's something unknown to you, something new, so of course you're going to be a little apprehensive about it even if you really do want to get fucked,” she says.

Charlie sounds so understanding, so reassuring that Dee relaxes. “I've dealt with pain before, so I don't really know why this is different,” Dee says, huffing at herself.

“Intimate pain is totally different,” Charlie says.

Dee huffs. “So on a scale of one to oh, my god, shoot me now, how does losing your virginity rate,” she asks.

She's never been with a virgin before. She's never seen a girl react to losing her virginity, but she has been with girls who were sensitive, who needed a lot of stimulation and foreplay because penetrative sex was a little difficult for them otherwise. Her own reaction is an unknown to her.

Charlie chuckles. “Don't worry so much, sweetie,” she says, then kisses the tip of Dee's nose. “Depending on who you're with, how much they know you, how much they care...,” she trails off, shaking her head. “The first time I was fucked with something bigger than a finger, I was with an amazing woman, as I've mentioned.”

Dee kind of wishes she could meet this woman, because whenever Charlie talks about her, the look on her face screams of the comfort she'd given Charlie.

“She got me so excited,” Charlie continues, “so out of my mind with arousal that I was begging for it, nearly threatening her with bodily harm if she didn't fuck me, and even then she kept me just on the edge of crazy for it as she went in slow.

“And I swear I'm not lying when I tell you it didn't hurt. It might be different for you, but I was so turned on, and she was doing so much to me beside fucking me that it felt more like a pressure with a burn to it.”

“And it was good even the first time?” Dee asks.

Charlie makes an 'eh' sound. “She was good, and I enjoyed the benefits of that,” Charlie says with a sheepish smile. “She was experienced, I wasn't, and your first time is never perfect, but she made it as good as it could be, and I had a great time even if it wasn't the most perfect ever.”

Dee looks down at Charlies tank top. “Sorry about this. It's just that I've been with more than one girl who complained about her first time, how much it hurt,” Dee says.

Charlie huffs. “And did they mention they were with an asshole? That they're glad they've dumped the bastard?”

Dee snorts. “Well, they didn't stop having sex, so I'm assuming it didn't kill their sex lives.”

Charlie growls. “It's men like that who give me so much pussy to choose from,” she says.

Dee chuckles, then pokes Charlie in the side. “That had better be past tense,” she says, looking Charlie in the eye, a grin on her face.

Charlie smiles. “Of course it is. Yours is the only pussy I want. And it's a very pretty little pussy that I can't wait to fuck. And I can't wait to show you how amazing this can be,” she says, her eyes darkening with arousal.

“Well,” Dee drawls, “we already know Sam's going to be busy for a while, so I'll race you up there,” she says, jumping up and running for their room.

Charlie laughs, scrambling after her. “Sam's probably already finished. No way he lasted very long with that look on his face and the tone of his voice,” she says, her voice loud and full of glee as she runs.

- - -

Dee makes it to the room first, throwing the door open and already pulling her clothes off by the time Charlie gets there. “Stop making me think of Sam's dick when I wanna get fucked by you,” Dee complains.

“Leave your panties and bra on,” Charlie says, pulling her own clothes off. “I wanna lick you through them!”

Dee moans, pulling her boots off and flinging them over by the dresser. Her socks go flying in the same general direction, followed by her sweatpants, the shirt already crumpled in the corner of the room.

Charlie catches her by the waist with an arm wrapped around her, pulls Dee toward her, then grinds against her.

“Are you naked?” Dee asks, reaching around to feel for clothes.

“Yup,” she says just as Dee's hand curves around her right hip.

“Mmm,” Dee moans, her eyes falling closed. She practically melts against Charlie as Charlie's hand goes down the front of her boyshorts, her fingers finding her pussy and playing with her clit. “Yeah,” she breathes.

Charlie's fingers move down to Dee's hole, not pushing in, but teasing just outside. “I'm going to fuck this soon, but first I wanna play with it for a while,” she says, her voice deep with arousal.

Dee's still thoroughly enjoying imagining Charlie fucking her when Charlie pulls her hand out, comes around to Dee's front, and drops to her knees. She licks Dee's panties just over her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” Dee growls, her legs shaking a little. Dee can't believe that feels so good through the panties.

Charlie reaches up and rubs her thumb over Dee's left nipple through the fabric of the bra. Dee doesn't know what to do with her hands, so her left hand flutters uselessly at her side while her right hand finds Charlie's hair and she runs her fingers over Charlie's scalp.

Dee is lost in those eyes looking up at her, the feeling of Charlie's tongue teasing her through the panties. Charlie's tongue alternates between poking at her clit and sweeping up and down the seam of her lips.

Charlie stops, sits back, looking up at Dee for a moment before standing up, Dee's right hand falling to her side. Charlie pulls the right cup of Dee's bra down, Dee's nipple showing, then Charlie leans down and licks it.

Dee gasps, her back arching. Charlie sucks on the nipple, reaching around Dee's back and undoing the clasps on her bra. She lets the bra fall to the floor between them, then puts her hands on Dee's upper arms, starts pushing her backward, headed toward the bed. Dee lets Charlie direct her, sitting down when the backs of her knees hit the bed.

“Get comfortable in the middle of the bed with your head on the pillows,” Charlie says, waving at Dee with her right hand while her left hand trails down to her own pussy and starts playing with her clit.

Dee forgets for a moment what she's supposed to do as she watches Charlie play with her clit. Charlie pulls her hand away, and by the time Dee looks up at her, Charlie has a smirk on her face. Dee's caught.

She remembers what she's been told to do, then grins. “Yes, ma'am,” Dee says as she crawls backward on the bed, getting to where Charlie had told her to go.

Charlie walks over to one of her dresser drawers and pulls out a purplish-pink dildo that Dee had never known she had. It's fairly slim and not all that long, so Dee knows Charlie picked it because it's made for someone's first time.

Charlie comes back over to the bed, opens her bedside drawer, pulls out the lube, then sets both the dildo and the lube on the bed to Dee's left.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Charlie says, crawling onto the bed and getting between Dee's legs.

“God, you're so sexy,” Dee drawls, enjoying the view of a naked Charlie sitting on her knees between Dee's legs.

Dee smiles when Charlie does a happy little wiggle because of Dee's praise. Charlie reaches down, hooks her fingers under the waistline of Dee's panties, then gently and slowly pulls them up her long legs, then down her calves. Charlie pulls them over her feet, then lifts the panties up to her face, sniffs them, then licks the crotch.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Dee groans. “I've always appreciated girls that are into the panty sniffing thing,” she says, her clit twitching.

Charlie spreads her own legs, then reaches in to finger herself, watching Dee as she pushes her nose into the crotch of Dee's panties, sniffing them as her hips twitch, her fingers pushing into her hole.

“Couldn't help it,” Charlie says. “Your pussy smells so nice.”

Dee watches closely as Charlie pushes in and out of herself, glancing up to watch Charlie licking the panties some more. Charlie's not just playing the part, not just using the panties to turn on Dee. She's really getting a kick out of it, and Dee loves it.

“Here, taste how wet you make me,” Charlie says, pulling her fingers out and reaching toward Dee's lips.

Dee sits up, more than ready to get a taste. She opens her mouth, sucking Charlie's fingers in, then using her tongue to get all the slick she can from Charlie's skin. Charlie moans as Dee sucks hard, but Dee is taken by surprise when Charlie uses the fingers of her left hand to play with Dee's clit.

“Mmm,” Dee moans, slowly pulling off Charlie's fingers and falling back against the pillows. She reaches up to play with her own breasts.

Charlie tosses the panties onto the floor, then uses her right thumb to play with Dee's clit while the fingers of her left hand move down further to gently rub around Dee's hole. Dee lets her legs fall open wider.

Dee squeaks as Charlie pushes her middle finger into Dee's hole, but it's more out of surprise than anything else, and she tilts her hips up toward Charlie, hoping for more.

“You're already so wet,” Charlie says, pushing her index finger in alongside her middle finger.

Dee squeezes her own left nipple, watching intently as Charlie's breasts sway gently with her movements. Her toes curl against the sheets as Charlie starts fingerfucking her with both fingers.

“It's all your fault,” Dee teases. “You're getting met wet again, so you're gonna have to clean up your mess,” she says with a smirk.

Charlie chuckles. “I'm going to be getting you a whole lot messier before I even think about cleaning you up, Dee,” Charlie says with a leer.

Dee's clit twitches, and Charlie speeds up her pace some. Dee's hips start rocking down onto Charlie's fingers, and Dee notices that her own tits are bouncing with the movement of her hips.

“Oh, yeah. Not to sound narcissistic or anything,” Dee says, watching her own tits bounce, “but that's fucking hot.”

Charlie giggles, getting a good look at Dee's bouncing tits. “Arch your back a little,” she says.

Dee does, and then moans at how much more her tits bounce. “Awesome!”

Charlie suddenly speeds up the movements of her thumb on Dee's clit, making Dee gasp and moan, her hips losing their rhythm. She doesn't even notice that Charlie's fingers have slipped out of her until something else is rubbing over her lips, dipping between them and spreading her slick.

Dee groans, realizing it's the dildo. “Ngh, yeah,” she says, anything she'd been about to say flying out of her head.

“Does that feel good on your pussy?” Charlie asks, rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, backing off on the speed she's using to rub Dee's clit.

“Mmm, yeah, feels good,” Dee says, her hands running over her sides and her stomach, wanting more.

“You're going to have to beg prettier than that, baby,” Charlie sing-songs.

Dee huffs. She trails her fingers down and around her sides, even further down and uses a hand to grab each ass cheek, then spreads them. “More, please, more,” she says.

Charlie just keeps up the maddening slow pace, sliding the dildo over Dee's slit a few times, then pushing just in between again and running the smooth plastic up and down over Dee's hole.

“Nah, I think I'll play with you longer,” Charlie says, sounding like she has all the time in the world.

Dee growls, tries to use her hips to push down, get Charlie to do something more, something to get her closer to coming, because she'd really, really like to come. “Please!” she whimpers when it doesn't work.

“You want this inside your pussy?” she asks, dipping in just the tinniest little bit, then out again.

“Oh, you're such a fucking tease,” Dee says, half chuckle, half huff, but there's a grin on her face. Her toes are curling into the sheets.

“I just really enjoy making you squirm until you come screaming my name,” Charlie says.

“Oh, yeah, make me come,” Dee moans, trying to spread her legs wider. “Please make me come!” she says, wishing she was as good at the puppy face as Sammy. Then she promptly thinks about Charlie all sexy and naked to get the mental image of Sam out of her head.

Charlie starts rubbing up and down, catching on Dee's hole each time she goes over it, but not pushing in any further. “I still think you can beg prettier than that,” Charlie says with a smirk. “I'll fuck your pussy when I think you really want it.”

Dee growls. “Oh, come on! I really do. I want it. Fuck all that shit I said earlier about being nervous. I want this. Really!” she says, her eyes widening, her hips twitching up toward Charlie.

“That sounds a little demanding,” Charlie chides with a scowl.

“Mmm, oh, fuck, please!” Dee begs, lifting her legs, pulling her knees back and up so that she's spread as wide as she can be for Charlie, feet in the air, toes curling.

Charlie starts dipping in a little deeper on each pass of Dee's hole, but that's it. Dee starts keening, begging with her eyes and hoping that her face shows she's totally for this, that she wants it, because in this moment, she doesn't want anything else more than this.

“Please! Please fuck me, please!” Dee begs, then yelps as Charlie pushes in a little further. It's still not enough, though. “More, please, more!” she says as her thighs shake, her breath stutters, her stomach quivers. She wraps her hands around her thighs just above her knees, holding her own legs open as wide as she can for Charlie.

“You're being such a good girl for me,” Charlie says.

The praise warms Dee to her core. She pushes up with her hips harder, trying to get more, but Charlie doesn't change the pace on either her clit or her hole with the dildo. She does start going a little deeper, this time pushing in further each time instead of pulling out all the way. Two thrusts in, one tug out each time.

“Yeah! Yeah! More! Please more!” Dee chants. “Fuck me! Please fuck me, Charlie, please!” she begs.

Dee feels as if she's falling apart all over and Charlie's the only one who can fix it. Her body is tensing even more, and she knows she's close to coming, but she needs more.

“That's my good girl,” Charlie says, then pushes in again, this time a little more firmly.

Dee gasps, something inside her burning, a little pain that's more like a tightening of her body than actual pain. Just as she's about to beg for more, Charlie doubles her pace on Dee's clit and fucks in and out of her with the dildo, not going any deeper, just fucking in and out at the same depth and driving Dee crazy with it.

Dee yelps, lets go of her legs, grabs onto the sheets as if she'll fly away without them grounding her, and she comes so hard and so fast that she actually screams. Her hips keep thrusting up at Charlie, but Dee knows her rhythm is off, and she doesn't care because it feels way too good.

She feels her breasts bouncing, and it feels and looks awesome, her body jerking and twisting as she rides out the last waves of pleasure.

Dee doesn't know when Charlie takes the dildo out of her, but the next time she looks up at Charlie, her clit twitches as she sees Charlie has the dildo in her mouth, sucking off Dee's slick. Dee realizes Charlie's thrusting her own hips, and when she looks down, she sees Charlie has the fingers of her right hand inside her pussy, fucking herself with them.

Dee groans, not able to do much more than watch as her legs fall to the bed, her thighs sore from the position they'd been in, but that's perfectly fine with her. The show is awesome.

“Do I taste good enough to get off on?” Dee asks as innocently as she can given that her voice is wrecked.

Charlie's mouth is full, but she moans and nods, her eyes falling closed as she fingerfucks herself faster, thrusts faster.

“Wanna see you come, and I wanna taste you,” Dee says, getting up on her elbows with a great deal of effort. “Can I taste you? Can I lick your fingers clean after you come?”

Charlie whines around the dildo, her body shuddering, her hips losing rhythm as she twitches and groans through her own orgasm. She shoves her fingers inside herself hard, letting the dildo fall from her lips so she can pant thought the last of it.

Her tits are bouncing with the tremors going through her body, and Dee drinks in everything, watching intently to the whole thing. Then Charlie opens her eyes, looks at Dee, and moves her fingers around inside herself.

Dee sits the rest of the way up, hoping to get a taste. “Please let me taste you,” she says again, not wanting to miss the opportunity.

Charlie slowly slides her fingers out of her pussy, then holds them up, messy and wet. Dee lunges forward, sucking the fingers into her mouth and moaning around them, filling her mouth with the taste of Charlie.

After a little while of sucking, Charlie pulls her fingers out of Dee's mouth, then pushes Dee back onto the pillows, following her down to lie beside her. She pulls the blanket up over them, and Dee snuggles up against her.

“So did you like it?” Charlie asks, her voice already sounding sleepy.

“Hell. Yeah.” Dee says. “I wanna do that again. And I wanna do it to you. And I wanna try the strap-on from both sides.”

Charlie chuckles. “Awesome.”

Dee closes her eyes, not staying awake for long, but basking in the afterglow while she holds onto Charlie. While she holds onto the love of her life.

- - -
Epilogue

Two days and tons of sex later, they've managed to send Sam to his room with tight pants a grand total of five more times, the last time with him loudly announcing there would be seriously horrible payback if this continued any longer.

“Dee,” Charlie says, interrupting Dee's research at the library table.

Dee gladly accepts an interruption from research any time, any place. She looks up at Charlie and smiles. “Perfect timing! Sam's making me read this entire section,” she says, poking at the book like it's a mean and terrible object.

“I have something kind of important I wanna tell you,” she says.

Dee's stomach clenches. She notices that Charlie looks a little pale, and even though she doesn't seem upset, something is definitely up. Dee stands up, puts her hands on Charlie's shoulders to give comfort.

“What's wrong, baby?” she asks, looking Charlie in the eye, trying to get what she can from body language.

“Nothing's wrong,” she says with a smile. “I'm pregnant,” Charlie says, her body nearly vibrating.

Dee feels her chest get tight, her breath getting caught in her throat. She looks at Charlie's smile, her eyes, and Dee realizes now that Charlie looks this way because she's thrilled. Dee feels one last thing click into place inside her, something else she told herself she couldn't ever have.

“We're going to be mommies?” Dee asks, voice so soft it's a whisper. She feels her eyes burn, her throat feels like it's going to close right off, but it's not because she's terrified.

“Are you okay with this?” Charlie asks, and Dee knows by the way her body is shivering, she's barely containing her excitement.

Dee throws her arms around Charlie and pulls her into a hug, shoving her face into Charlie's hair and kissing her head. “I'm way more than okay with this,” she says.

When she hears Charlie whisper a tiny “really?” as she holds her tight, she pulls back to look Charlie in the eye.

“Yes, really!” Dee says, putting all her conviction into it. “I'm going to be a mommy! And you're going to be a mommy!” she says, then the whole name situation hits her and she shakes her head. “Well, actually we should probably be mommy and mama so we don't confuse the baby.”

Charlie's smile gets absolutely huge and she throws her arms around Dee's waist, hugging her tightly. “Oh, I'm so happy you're happy about this!”

“I'm thrilled. I'm ecstatic!” Dee says, her voice shaky. She lets out a huff of amazement. “I'm gonna be a mommy!” she says, trying it out on her lips again, wanting to hear it over and over again for a long time.

“I took about ten different tests last night and this morning to be sure before I said anything,” Charlie says.

“When did you get the tests?” Dee asks, pushing Charlie back enough that she can look her in the eye.

Charlie grins. “While you were checking out the new dresses at Walmart yesterday, I went over to the pharmacy section and got them, then I stuffed them in my backpack,” she says.

Dee chuckles, her mouth sore from how big her smile is. “It is mine, right?” she asks, already knowing it has to be hers, but grinning like an idiot at Charlie.

Charlie punches Dee's arm. “Yes, it's yours, you jerk!” she says with a grin.

Dee shakes her head. “I just wanted to hear you say it,” she says, then leans down to kiss Charlie.

“Damn it!” Sam says from somewhere over by the doorway. “You knew I was coming in here, didn't you?” he asks, and then starts to leave, grumbling as he goes.

“Wait!” Dee yells, stopping Sam in his tracks. She looks at Charlie. “Can I tell him?”

Charlie nods. “Of course!”

“Tell me what?” Sam asks, walking back into the library.

Dee feels like she's going to explode with excitement. “You're going to be an uncle! Charlie's pregnant!” she says, bouncing on her toes.

“No!” Sam says, his face lighting up with a huge smile. “This better not be a joke,” he says.

“No joke,” Charlie says. “Ten out of ten pregnancy tests I took say I'm pregnant.”

Sam lumbers toward them, his arms out, and he gathers the two of them into a hug. Dee and Charlie wrap their arms around him too.

“We're gonna have a bigger family,” Sam muses, sounding a little watery.

“Now if only I could get Dee to make an honest woman outta me,” Charlie says teasingly with a little pinch to the back of Dee's neck.

Dee stiffens. “Do you want me to make an honest woman out of you?” she asks, trying not to sound too overly hopeful.

“Oh, my god,” Sam whines. “Would you two please do this right,” he says as he pulls out of the hug, steps back, and crosses his arms over his chest. “You both want it, but you've both been waiting for the other one to say something for weeks now. One of you say it right or I'm going to die of anticipation.”

Charlie looks up at Dee, neither of them surprised by Sam's reaction or the fact that he could read something like that so easily from the both of them. “Will you marry me, Dee Winchester?” Charlie asks.

Dee's chest is totally going to explode. It's all she's ever wanted. She has it. All of it. There's no way in hell she's letting it go.

“Yes, and I've already picked out the place in California I want to get married,” Dee says with a sheepish grin.

“I knew it!” Sam says, pointing at Dee and laughing.

Dee feels herself blush, but she's enjoying the look on Charlie's face too much to smack Sam for knowing her so well.

“The honeymoon spot and everything. I've planned it in my head for weeks, just like my telepathic little brother says,” Dee says.

Charlie's face lights up even more, the smile coming back in full force. “I love you,” she says, kissing Dee gently.

“I still love you more,” Dee says when they pull out of the kiss.

“Sasquatch is invited, right?” Charlie asks, nodding toward Sam.

“To the wedding, yes, but not to the honeymoon,” Dee says, a sly grin on her lips. “We'll get him a room far enough away that he can't count the number of orgasms by the number of screams he hears.”

Sam snorts. “When do we leave?” he asks, making an overly obvious subject change.

Dee kisses Charlie's forehead, then turns to Sam with her arm around Charlie's shoulders. “The places I've picked aren't all that popular, and I figured we could pick out everything we want to do and wear and eat while we're there. With Tulley's generous donation, we don't have to worry about being able to pay for a nice hotel or a couple of wedding dresses and a tux.”

“I'll go pack our sex toys,” Charlie chirps as she slips out from under Dee's arm, slapping Sam's ass as she passes him.

“I'm going to find a way to get you two back for this someday,” Sam says.

“You just keep telling yourself that, Sammy,” Dee says, walking up to Sam and hugging him. She shoves her face into his shirt, snuggling into him. “You're an awesome brother,” she says into his shirt, holding on for just long enough that Sam's probably tearing up again, then turns and follows after Charlie.

Sam huffs. “How am I supposed to get revenge after you do something like that?” Sam whines loudly.

Dee chuckles as she heads off to their room to pack, already thinking about baby names and wondering how soon is too soon for a baby leather jacket.

The End
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